Gloria's hand on the steering wheel paused, and her eyes were full of hesitation.
She didn't speak, not knowing how to respond to Nydia.
Seeing this, Nydia couldn't help but sigh. "Go to your house, okay? I want to stay at your house tonight."
Gloria pursed her lips and started the engine without saying anything.
There were serious traffic jams on the road. They arrived almost an hour later.
The two went upstairs together. Nydia sat at the table, very tired. "Let's order takeout, shall we?"
Gloria responded calmly, "Takeaway is unhealthy. I'll make a good meal for you. It'll be quick."
With that, she changed her clothes and entered the kitchen.
Nydia got up quickly and tried to help her.
Gloria declined. "It's just noodles. You don't need to help me. Take a break."
Nydia shook he
